The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 199: Who Wants Me Dead

​Scarlett’s POV

​We argued back and forth, their stubborn Alpha instincts clashing directly against my anger. They refused to budge, and no matter what I said, they completely shut down the idea of leaving me behind in Shanghai.

​As the argument kept going, a cold, hard realization began to settle in my mind.

​They were right about one thing—the danger was real. The person who wanted me dead wasn’t going to stop. They had been tracking me for three fucking years, and the triplets had just made matters a thousand times worse by brutally killing these assassins in a fit of protective rage. When the mastermind realized this team had failed, they would just send a bigger, deadlier wave of killers after me.

​If I stayed here, I would just be waiting to die. The only way to truly survive was to find out who was behind this.

​My mind raced as I thought about my prime suspects. The prophecy. The curse. The people who benefited the most from me being dead and out of the picture. Their parents. The triplets’ parents were still at the Full Moon Pack, and they were the ones who hated the idea of this bond more than anyone. If the answers were anywhere, they were back home. I had to get to the bottom of it. Going back wasn’t a bad idea if it meant I could finally uncover the truth and end this nightmare once and for all.

​I sucked in a deep breath, composing myself, and raised a hand to silence them.

​"Fine," I spat.

staring at me

I want to be with any of you. I am going strictly because I need safety to figure out who is tracking me. And as for this mate bond? It is not going to work. The moment this danger is handled, we

immediately, his eyes

a line we will never cross, Scar," Leonard

the

softly. "Please, clean this up and

nodded slowly, still too shaken to speak, but

back on my peaceful life in China, and faced the three giant Alphas

I said coldly, walking past them toward the shattered doors without

ruined estate and straight into the waiting black cars. The ride back to the runway was completely silent, but the tension inside the vehicle was thick enough to suffocate a human. I kept my face turned toward the window, refusing to

waiting, its engines

into the air, the true reality of my situation settled in. I was trapped in a luxury metal tube at thirty thousand feet

tightly around myself. I

a heavy mixture of relief, anger, and absolute possession. He kept adjusting his